One-sided Conversation with the Fates
A poem, a plea
By Tiff Reagan
Believe
Believe and wait
That’s the price of admission
We’re not talking thick letters on a kitchen wall plaque
We mean release the doubt in your mitochondria
But you’re on your lonesome to figure that out
Avoid wasting breath on how the specs compare
One of you all slack-jaw, open arteries
The other a beautiful two-story vault
You can’t say you love a mystery
And then hold the puzzle at fault
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Go ahead and give us the retorts you’ve scripted, darling
As if the threads are not something long since wove
It’s cute when you argue
All of us think so
Charm us, you romantic
Tell us how you want to drown in his honey mouth
How you long to adorn a Victorian bathing gown and dive in like Scrooge McDuck
We’ll keep straight faces, child
While you stomp your little sandals and rip your hair from root
Demanding you get exactly what it is you want, no mention of need
Tear up, sweet one
Sob about how long you have been alone and promise patience
Say you’ll adopt Gaia’s pace as long as you’re allowed to be greedy, eventually
Our response remains
If you’re in need of performative vulnerability
You could just turn on your record player or
Re-read your own poetry
Our question was and always is:
Do you deserve the real thing or do you not?
If the answer is no, that’s fine
We will mail back your skeleton key
And leave you with some advice divine:
Maybe don’t chat up the pretty pickpocket at Delphi next time
